The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The spring tide is surging, and the love thread is like a net, lingering and charming.

The world was turned upside down, and when they woke up one after another, the sky was hazy, and it was hard to tell whether it was evening or morning.

He has always worshiped and respected his master in every possible way, but he is a criminal who committed a crime of deceiving his master, so he just wants to curse at this moment:

Wenfeng is the stupid donkey pulling the mill at the entrance of the village!

He is antidote for the opponent, no matter how strong the medicine is, two or three times should do it? !

This tireless animal tortured him for three days and three nights.

He knows that monks are not ordinary people, and the Nascent Soul is full of aura and boundless energy.

But Wenfeng is not a person at all!

"Ah Xu," the affectionate laughing voice teased in his ear: "Mandarin ducks are trapped in a double night, and a pear tree presses a begonia." (*1)

Seeing that the opponent was about to press down again, the little devil of the Senluo Sword Sect started the first step of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, bent his knees, and kicked the opponent with one kick.

But because the movement was too big, affecting the wound, the eyebrows frowned uncontrollably.

"How are you?" Wen Feng stopped his movements instantly, and asked about the injury with concern, "Let me be gentle, don't move around."

With a hoarse voice, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Get lost."

Wenfeng has stirred up the situation in his body these past few days, not to mention tormenting him desperately, all kinds of heart demons and oaths, such and such poisonous oaths with restrictive effects, all forced him to swear countless times.

From now on, the two will depend on each other for life and death, and they will never be separated in this life.

His throat is hoarse and sore now, and he can't speak a complete sentence.

He already has some regrets now.

His glamorous master had a completely different face on the bed, not a human being, but a sanctimonious beast in clothes.

Wenfeng laughed a few times happily, and gently nibbled the white jade, which was as sweet and delicious as honey.

"Axu, don't blame me for being too rough," Wen Yayin said brazenly and confidently, "I always wanted to cherish you, but it's only now that I realize how difficult it is to unite knowledge and action."

"Although it is often said that the way of the heavens destroys human desires," the scorching fingertips gently caressed the peerless and beautiful eyebrows, "but you little devil, you are too good at confusing people. You just need to seduce me with just one look, and you can easily seduce the desire in my heart." Desire."

They were dumbfounded one after another: "Is this still my fault?"

As an unfilial person, he once again wanted to raise his sword to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

It's a pity that his master's morality is so profound that he can't beat him.

The best panacea was applied to the wounds in the body.After almost sleeping for another whole day, I barely had the strength to go down to the ground.

But he, an evil disciple who deceived his master, was indeed on top of his master.

Now he is not only the second-generation ancestor who relies on his master's family to run amok, but even Wenfeng, a peerless power, has become a servant who waits for him to bathe and change clothes.

It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the two of them got fully dressed and left the mustard space.

As soon as he came out of the bamboo forest, the scenery in front of him changed suddenly.

The barren mountains and wild ridges are full of messy greenery, and there are no traces of people.

Just as he was about to ask, where is this, a shadow of golden red flames suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ling Chengze's deep and handsome eyebrows were covered with haze, and he looked at him with cold eyes.

After Wenfeng left one after another, Ling Chengze searched everywhere, and finally found Wenfeng's space magic weapon, but he couldn't enter because he didn't get permission from the owner.

He had no choice but to stand outside and wait.

Wenfeng bowed and hugged him from behind, resting his finely carved chin on his sweet neck, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth upturned.

Ling Chengze was instantly furious.

He had already thought about what would happen to the two of them in the past few days.

At this time, Wenfeng seemed to declare his ownership of Lianlian, showing off his power in front of him, he must have a fight with this despicable and sinister villain today, to clear up the old hatred of the past and the new hatred of today.

The red magic sword lingering in flames pointed directly at Wenfeng.

The hot wind roared, the sword energy was bitter, and there was an instant surge of wind and air between the sky and the earth, flying sand and rocks everywhere.

The tip of the sword moved three inches forward, and the blatant and swift attack stopped abruptly without encountering any obstacles or resistance.

Wenfeng kept the posture of hugging the person in his arms unchanged, without any performance of dodging, blocking, or counterattacking.

The corners of his mouth were raised higher, and his swaggering expression was even more triumphant.

Ling Chengze's seven orifices produced smoke.

His sword didn't dare to stab forward half an inch—for fear of accidental wounds one after another.

Hearing the wind, he did not dodge or dodge, because it was predicted that his sword would not move forward again.His sword wind would cut off strands of black hair one after another, and he couldn't bear to grieve even a single hair of the master.

They looked at Ling Chengze one after another with inexplicable faces.

He didn't see the expression on Wen Feng's back, he didn't see the turbulent undercurrent between the two, he only felt the weirdness of the atmosphere.

As soon as he left the space, Ling Chengze drew his sword at him and Wenfeng, it was totally unreasonable.

Ling Chengze lost his temper in an instant, and he had nothing to do with it.

Seeing that the opponent suddenly withdrew his sword again, he was even more confused one after another.

The heat wave disappeared, the violent shaking of the vegetation in the forest gradually stopped, and the sound of gargling became smaller and smaller, amplifying the strange silence.

No one spoke, so they could only ask first: "What's the situation outside these few days? What did Wu Ya do these few days?"

Ling Chengze glanced at Wenfeng bitterly, and then replied angrily: "Since Wuya left that day, he hasn't appeared in Yuhengzong all this time."

"He seldom showed up in the past, and his orders were conveyed by his followers. This time he is willing to come out in person, presumably..."

He pursed his lips one after another.

——Presumably it wasn't because of the invitation from Lord Xingyan, but because Wu Ya thought about it for a while.

He sighed silently one after another, he was hated by countless monks, and it was not the first time he was hated by Venerable Nascent Soul.

Who made him the apprentice of Taoist Lord Juechen.

He tilted his head and asked Xiang Wenfeng curiously: "Master, what do you have to do with Wu Ya?"

"Why do you still call me Shizun?" Jin Chang's fingers gently pinched the tip of his tall nose, "I don't have much to do with him."

With a gentle voice, he teased and teased: "My Xu is jealous?"

They looked at each other expressionlessly one after another.Master is used to it, and it will be difficult to completely change it in a while.

jealous?He didn't think about it.It's just that he is a little worried that Master has provoked such a crazy critic like Wu Ya.

"When I first met him, he hadn't taken the position of Demon Lord, he was just a little-known ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator."

He glanced sideways at Wen Feng one after another, he is now a villain who deceived his master, and he has almost no respect for his master.

Hearing of such a realm, he lightly said "ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator", for thousands of cultivators in Yantian, it is already an existence that cannot be matched in a lifetime.

"At that time, I had just become the master of Shanglingyuan Peak, and I ran into him on the road during a trip. He asked me to discuss the Taoism, and the two of us got acquainted."

"Later, I met him a few times when I was traveling, and sometimes we would walk together for a while. Later, he sat on the position of the Demon Lord, and occasionally discussed and fought with me. Other than that, he had no relationship."

Fengmu glanced at each other jokingly: "The two of us are no more than acquaintances, the friendship is very shallow, let alone entanglement."

It became clear in my heart one after another.Wu Ya unilaterally has a crush on Shizun, but Shizun doesn't know it at all.

It's not surprising when you think about it, the master has a beautiful appearance and a moonlike charm, with profound morals and profound deeds, and there are countless people who admire him.

Even now, he still finds it inconceivable that such a perfect god should belong to him.

"Which school and sect did Wu Ya come from?" Ling Chengze frowned slightly, "Cultivate the sword or practice the law?"

"He is a casual cultivator and has never worshiped a teacher." Wenfeng's tone was a bit indifferent and indifferent, "He has learned a lot, such as swords, methods, arrays, and even medicine. There is no unique orthodox inheritance."

Regardless of Taoism or magic sect, casual cultivators have no masters, so they can practice whatever kind of exercises they can get, and it all depends on their destiny.

It is extremely difficult for a casual cultivator to break through the Nascent Soul realm by himself, and there have been only a few people in the past thousand years.

Wuya not only has extraordinary talent, but also extraordinary luck.

Thinking that Tangtang, a top-notch power in Xia Tian, ​​actually plotted against him as a Jindan little weak chicken, he cursed Wu Ya a few words in his heart one after another.

But he even knows Zhang Jun'an's puppet technique, which shows that he has learned a lot.

There is a saying that there is only a thin layer of paper between a genius and a lunatic, which is not unreasonable.

"Ah Xu," Wenfeng's strong fingers brought oppressive tenderness, gently squeezed the delicate neck, and slowly rubbed on the beautiful jaw, "Now it's up to you to explain to me why you left the Dust Wind Palace without authorization. .”

I was stunned for a moment one after another, my back felt cold, and a few drops of cold sweat leaked out.

In the past few days, the two of them have been ups and downs, ear to ear and sideburns, their mouths are full of love words and romantic words, and they have never said anything else.

At this moment, Master is going to deal with this evil disciple like him.

He regained some respect, eyes half-closed, and explained the reason to the other party in a low voice.

There was another person who instigated the Blood Sect monks to slaughter the city. He came to the bottom of Yan to investigate the real culprit and avenge Xue Songyu and Xue Qiaozhi.

"Master, this disciple knows his mistake." He knew in his heart that his willful behavior and breaking the rules of the school was a serious mistake that would lead to expulsion from the teacher's school.

Even so, he wanted revenge.

They lowered their eyes one after another, and stood obediently and respectfully, waiting for their master to punish them.

Suddenly, he was pulled severely by someone, and he bent over and fell to the ground.

The scenery in front of him changed back to the luxurious and elegant bamboo forest courtyard, and he fell into warm and firm arms.

"Ah Xu." The melodious voice like clear flowing water quenched a bit of displeasure and coldness, and the ingeniously handsome eyebrows gleamed with a hint of gloom.

"I am not the gentleman you mistakenly thought. Xining should have told you many times that I am narrow-minded and my mind is smaller than the tip of a needle."

The fingers pinching the back of the waist tightened, through the soft material, several mottled red marks were pinched on the white jade.

They retorted anxiously one after another: "How can you believe my uncle's nonsense..."

"What Xining said is true."

Yan Lifeng's eyes were full of passion and coldness, and she stared deeply at her sweetheart in front of her: "I am narrow-minded, as long as I see you being kind to others, I will be jealous."

"The female cultivator who asked about Yuanfeng, I have always hated her."

Successively startled for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Arms with extraordinary physical strength hold the person you love even tighter.

"Do you know what's going on in my mind when I heard you say that you want to be a Taoist couple?"

"Although you tried your best to hide it in order to protect him, I will definitely find him out and cut him into pieces in front of you, so that he will never be reborn forever."

"Ah Xu," Wen Wen Yayin said cruelly of his deep love, "I am not a good person. When I saw that you were kind to others, I became jealous and wanted to kill him."

"Do you regret being with me? But I said, even if you regret, I will never let you go. "

"The successors of the Sen Luo Sword have been peerless great devils for generations, without exception."

"People of the Senluo Sword Sect are either hypocrites or real villains, and so am I."

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*1 Pressed Begonia with Pear Blossom

The allusion of this sentence is to marry at the age of 80, to ridicule the old husband and young wife.